Friday, 22 October 2010

"Dying on the Elephant Road," by Steve Rasnic TemAbe experienced the odd sensation of Madame Oljon inside his head aligning her face with his, pushing eyes and lips forward past his own as they both stared at the small figure near the center of the room sitting cross-legged on a high cushion, naked save for a loincloth, smiling idiotically (not unlike, Abe thought, the wizard Philoneus’s own idiotic smile).

"Beloved of the Sun," by Ann LeckieI had seen the image in the Zuxugo girl's cloak, in the basketful of butterflies she had brought, but those had been stylized and lifeless. These butteflies were alive, brown, with one wide, staring eye on each upper wing. They didn't fly straight as the hawk would have, but bobbed and circled, haphazard. Their wings were far more delicate than any gold or stone image could depict.

Audio Fiction Podcast 047"More Full of Weeping Than You Can Understand," by Rosamund Hodge, from BCS #53For the first few years, Violet only passed information, while the reports of faery incursions began to grow. Then--when they went to London for her introduction into society--three things happened. The faeries turned the Prime Minister’s fingers into twigs and his eyes into acorns. Papa died. And Thomas discovered what she was.

From the Archives:"System, Magic, Spirit," by T.D. Edge, from BCS #17But experience had taught me that dissertations on magical systems are incredibly dull for all save the oblivious nincompoop who actually believes anyone wants to listen. No, when people ask you what you 'do', all they really want is a snappy line or two they can repeat over dinner later. Well, to hell with that.

Monday, 18 October 2010

The Worg King by K.R HagerThe Pen by J RodriguezCarved by Craig PirrallA Shepherd of Mules by John ConnersKarma, Inc by Barry SykesThe Guardians by Robert WalfordLove and Fame by Steven Gulvezan Eustace by Curt JeffreysRemembering Human by Bint ArabKiss Me Blarney Stone by Tony PeakHallo-Whoosh by Pamela J. JessenBeast of the Red Path by Christopher Hivnerhttp://absentwillowreview.com/

"Lady of the Ghost Willow," by Richard ParksI had little talent for poetry, but my instruction in the classic metaphors was probably no less extensive than Akio's. The poem was both an entreaty and a question; that much was clear. But what was the answer? One who might be able to tell me was beyond speech now and might be for some time, if not forever.

"The Curse of Chimère," by Tony PiI walked down the aisle, passing frozen spectators whose eyes were riveted to the screen and weeping blood. I recognised the Mayor immediately by his bold muttonchops, and beside him, the actor Franchot Aucoin, whose lecherous exploits were as legendary off-screen as on. Both men were bleeding as though their eyes had been gouged out and pressed back in.

"The Girl Who Tasted the Sea," by Sarah L. EdwardsA lift of a wing and their soaring arc encompassed the whole of the house. They swung around it and Abby could see them now, the twin pillars of stone upon which she’d lived all her life. Suddenly she was dropping nearer, nearer, and then they landed in the carved hollow in one pillar just a foot above the tide. She ignored the trembling in her legs as she crouched at the edge and dipped her fingers in the water.

"More Full of Weeping Than You Can Understand," by Rosamund HodgeFor the first few years, she only passed information, while the reports of faery incursions began to grow. Then--when they went to London for Violet’s introduction into society--three things happened. The faeries turned the Prime Minister’s fingers into twigs and his eyes into acorns. Papa died. And Thomas discovered what she was.

Audio Fiction Podcast 046"The Girl Who Tasted the Sea," by Sarah L. Edwards, from BCS #53They landed in the carved hollow in one pillar just a foot above the tide. She ignored the trembling in her legs as she crouched at the edge and dipped her fingers in the water.

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